Zoosa 2.0.03 The Dome
The next morning, Raima and Naron stepped of the train at the ruins of The Dome.
There were signs excitedly explaining that The Dome was the original home of humanity on Angelus.
The sprawling complex showed ancient damage from The Revolution. Naron was subconsciously surprised he couldn't smell smoke. Most of the ruins he'd encountered on Tolasarian were fresher.
Naron and Raima weren't the only ones there, but it was a weekday and the traffic was light.
They approached the entry desk. The person working the desk looked up at them and blinked slowly once. They wore no make up and their head was shaved smooth. Their clothing was light gray and baggy, revealing almost no shape and no details.
Their voice sounded mostly female but sort of in between.
"Welcome back home to The Dome," They said. It was a rote greeting.
Formatting test
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Formatting test
Last edited by jayphailey on Mon Feb 17, 2025 11:01 am, edited 1 time in total.
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Re: Formatting test
Garry, this was cut and paste from Libre Office. The document was saved in *.rtf
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Re: Formatting test
Zoosa 2.0.03 The Dome
The next morning, Raima and Naron stepped of the train at the ruins of The Dome.
There were signs excitedly explaining that The Dome was the original home of humanity on Angelus.
The sprawling complex showed ancient damage from The Revolution. Naron was subconsciously surprised he couldn't smell smoke. Most of the ruins he'd encountered on Tolasarian were fresher.
Naron and Raima weren't the only ones there, but it was a weekday and the traffic was light.
They approached the entry desk. The person working the desk looked up at them and blinked slowly once. They wore no make up and their head was shaved smooth. Their clothing was light gray and baggy, revealing almost no shape and no details.
Their voice sounded mostly female but sort of in between.
"Welcome back home to The Dome," They said. It was a rote greeting.
The next morning, Raima and Naron stepped of the train at the ruins of The Dome.
There were signs excitedly explaining that The Dome was the original home of humanity on Angelus.
The sprawling complex showed ancient damage from The Revolution. Naron was subconsciously surprised he couldn't smell smoke. Most of the ruins he'd encountered on Tolasarian were fresher.
Naron and Raima weren't the only ones there, but it was a weekday and the traffic was light.
They approached the entry desk. The person working the desk looked up at them and blinked slowly once. They wore no make up and their head was shaved smooth. Their clothing was light gray and baggy, revealing almost no shape and no details.
Their voice sounded mostly female but sort of in between.
"Welcome back home to The Dome," They said. It was a rote greeting.
Last edited by jayphailey on Mon Feb 17, 2025 11:01 am, edited 1 time in total.
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Re: Formatting test
Garry, I saved this one as a *.ODF File and cut and pasted it here.
No formatting necessary
No formatting necessary
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Re: Formatting test
-*-
Matae was not being held as rigidly as the humans and other races from the Endeavor. She had a terminal and could call out. She could read the history of Last Chance on the terminal as well as other things. The only things she couldn't do was leave or find out what was being done to the non-Vulcan members of the crew.
A male Vulcan sparkled into existence in her cell.
"Greetings." Sonok held up his hand in the Vulcan Salute. "I am Sonok. Are you the Healer Matae?"
Matae held up her hand. "Yes, I am a Healer. I am Matae of Vulcan."
"Healer, you are needed." Sonok said. He looked grim and harried.
"Where? I'll need access to my tools." Matae said, rising. It was a gut reaction from someone trained as a healer.
"My planet may be ill. I'll need to meld with you to confirm the diagnosis." Sonok said.
Matae quirked an eyebrow. "Indeed." She said. She sat back down. "You may begin."
Sonok sat down next to her and touched her face. "My mind to your mind."
Sonok shared with Matae what he had seen that day.
Matae shared with Sonok her experience of Vulcan and life in the Federation.
Matae was not being held as rigidly as the humans and other races from the Endeavor. She had a terminal and could call out. She could read the history of Last Chance on the terminal as well as other things. The only things she couldn't do was leave or find out what was being done to the non-Vulcan members of the crew.
A male Vulcan sparkled into existence in her cell.
"Greetings." Sonok held up his hand in the Vulcan Salute. "I am Sonok. Are you the Healer Matae?"
Matae held up her hand. "Yes, I am a Healer. I am Matae of Vulcan."
"Healer, you are needed." Sonok said. He looked grim and harried.
"Where? I'll need access to my tools." Matae said, rising. It was a gut reaction from someone trained as a healer.
"My planet may be ill. I'll need to meld with you to confirm the diagnosis." Sonok said.
Matae quirked an eyebrow. "Indeed." She said. She sat back down. "You may begin."
Sonok sat down next to her and touched her face. "My mind to your mind."
Sonok shared with Matae what he had seen that day.
Matae shared with Sonok her experience of Vulcan and life in the Federation.
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Re: Formatting test
Garry, this was from an HTML file on the website. Cut and pasted directly.
No formatting necessary
No formatting necessary
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Re: Formatting test
Commander James T. Kirk (no relation) sat at the weapons control station of the Starship Questng. He was the official Starfleet observer of the launch and shake down cruise of this new Ane ship. Weapons control was the last thing they expected to need, so they briefed him on the hows and whys of the station operations and put him there.
**T-minus 20 minutes and counting** said the soft voice behind his ear. Kirk looked around the bridge. Much smaller than a Starfleet vessel of the equivalent class. The bridge was smaller than the quarters they had assigned him.. The Captain sat in a cushioned pit of sorts. In front of him was the ships sensor /helm /navigation /weapons, and the "everything else" stations. The crewmen at these stations lay in contoured couches with their heads half buried in the instrumentation. There was no central viewscreen. The six stations on the outer ring were secondary, all the crew at them, save himself, where androids, biomechs is what the Ane called them. Completely artificial constructs based in part on 22nd century prosthetics and controlled by the ship's computer. Commander Kirk shuddered inwardly at the thought; the Captain flicked an ear in his direction.
**You find the emergency equipment discomforting Commander?** Again the soft voice behind his ear.
"Yes sir, I do", Kirk replied, untruth was pointless with telepaths.
**I think Commander, your would find the absence even more discomforting.**
With this Captain Taraban turned back to the full function of his ship.
**T-minus 18 minutes and counting.**
On reflection Kirk had to admit that he would.
**T-minus 20 minutes and counting** said the soft voice behind his ear. Kirk looked around the bridge. Much smaller than a Starfleet vessel of the equivalent class. The bridge was smaller than the quarters they had assigned him.. The Captain sat in a cushioned pit of sorts. In front of him was the ships sensor /helm /navigation /weapons, and the "everything else" stations. The crewmen at these stations lay in contoured couches with their heads half buried in the instrumentation. There was no central viewscreen. The six stations on the outer ring were secondary, all the crew at them, save himself, where androids, biomechs is what the Ane called them. Completely artificial constructs based in part on 22nd century prosthetics and controlled by the ship's computer. Commander Kirk shuddered inwardly at the thought; the Captain flicked an ear in his direction.
**You find the emergency equipment discomforting Commander?** Again the soft voice behind his ear.
"Yes sir, I do", Kirk replied, untruth was pointless with telepaths.
**I think Commander, your would find the absence even more discomforting.**
With this Captain Taraban turned back to the full function of his ship.
**T-minus 18 minutes and counting.**
On reflection Kirk had to admit that he would.
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Re: Formatting test
Okay this was from one of YOUR HTML files on the website.
It came through exactly as you formatted it.
I'd add a Carriage return at the end of each paragraph for readability - but I am not seeing the forum fuck up formatting.
It came through exactly as you formatted it.
I'd add a Carriage return at the end of each paragraph for readability - but I am not seeing the forum fuck up formatting.
Re: Formatting test
The fuck up is it does not respect the tabs that make paragraphing apparent. I have to add the carriage returns. (gods is that a dated reference) So in a long story I am spending more time than I would like doing it.jayphailey wrote: ↑Mon Feb 17, 2025 11:18 amOkay this was from one of YOUR HTML files on the website.
It came through exactly as you formatted it.
I'd add a Carriage return at the end of each paragraph for readability - but I am not seeing the forum fuck up formatting.
-- The Innkeeper
-
jayphailey
- Posts: 1267
- Joined: Tue May 29, 2018 7:50 pm
Re: Formatting test
Oh! Okay.
I can see that. I got taught about the CR at the end of the paragraph during my first pass through the BBS World in the early 1990s.
It turns out a big wall of unbroken text is hard to read! So someone suggesyted it as a way to make things "Bite sized" and I have been doing so ever since.
Except the few times I tried to send out a manuscript to magazines.
I had to take all the CRs out! They aachieve the same effect by double spacing the lines
I can see that. I got taught about the CR at the end of the paragraph during my first pass through the BBS World in the early 1990s.
It turns out a big wall of unbroken text is hard to read! So someone suggesyted it as a way to make things "Bite sized" and I have been doing so ever since.
Except the few times I tried to send out a manuscript to magazines.
I had to take all the CRs out! They aachieve the same effect by double spacing the lines